Writing

I write things when I can actually get enough letters together to make sense.

Excerpt – “The price of a mistake”

I sat at my kitchen table, the mixed perspiration of waking from a cold sweat with tear trails down my cheeks making everything react to the cold night air in the kitchen more then normal. The counter was warm as my hands didn’t move from their marble resting place cradling a glass of dark amber whiskey. My heart was pumping fast as the dream haunted over me like a cloud of evil.

It started first in the familiar shape of the octagon. Roars from the crowd were loud despite being hidden from view. All of the light as well as the focus was in the ring. My corner was making sure my wraps was tight and our plan was set. This was where I first woke up with little problem and every night since then. After the first few days we had determined that I should hit and run as the opponent was a heavy hitter with the ability to take punishment. I had done this time after time, being the champ one had to fight on all comers. Seven days passed before things had begun to get weird.

First it was the music he came out to a song I had never heard with no lyrics mimicking more of classical music then anything. Normally fighters would pick music that would give them energy, but this was different. The tone was slow without draining energy from the audience. Violins played against piano and drums that would mimic a beating heart before the strings screech marked a supposed flat line. Every time I got to his music I could feel something saying how I should remember it. Vaguely familiar I applied myself in the days to see if anyone made an entrance to such music. From my agents to the fight bookers to my friends who recorded no one had heard about the haunting melody stopped by the sudden flatline. It was then my guess to figure what kind of person would use such a track. Intelligent yet comfortable within the confines of the cage.

Someone who preferred their normal nature then one aided by adrenaline. Overall it painted someone strong enough in their craft despite everything that began to creep me out. I was beginning to feel excited about my dreams wondering what little tidbit would appear next. People started noticing it too as I begun to train harder in efforts to properly tire myself out. Sick as my mind had been I was getting better shape after every night.

Finally tonight came despite training so hard I was feeling like a kid at Christmas. Closing my eyes my heart begun to race like my first fight only for the music to hit like a bucket of cold water. The first sounds of the keys and strings working through the melody did not slow the crowd. Someone from my corner saw him before I could to immediately get in my line of sight. Disgruntled I couldn’t arc my head to see as hands rested on the sides of my face while my cornerman spoke.

“Listen, this may be something we need to walk away from.”

I shook my head at such a notion. Whoever this was clearly was skilled in their craft. The look in his eyes as I replied filled me with something I didn’t know I felt for a while.

Fear.

The music had made me so eager that I didn’t notice the fighter enter the cage. My cornerman was looking down on me with what I would call a look of mournful pity. Watching my guy leave the cage I soon turned my head forward. A moment later I was kicking my sheets while my apartment filled with screams of terror. No champ could face the opponent and win. It was impossible.

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Rough Draft – Where the line is drawn

I am still on the way of finishing this but here is a passage from my past Nanowrimo attempt. Now about half done before it was pushed back due to personal issues.

It was my Friday in the work week two days off to do with as I please. Finishing my movie before moving on my way back to the store their was only one thing that caught my eye. In the parking lot there was a black SUV bright with the orange light reflecting off of it the model seemingly new like one of those undercover cop vehicles. It didn’t have anything that made me nervous except it just seemed out of place. Getting inside the store did it take me a moment to realize that something was wrong.

All of the lights were off with a small series of voices coming from the main storefront looking out through the windows on the swinging double doors. More then a couple heads were seen in over the top of the dry goods shelves Paul’s hat making him apparent from the people standing opposite from him. Faces were hard to see as the rest of the lights out on the main floor had also been turned off leaving everything to be illuminated by the rays orange light coming through the windows. Something was wrong because only workers should be in the store at these hours our closing time was a couple hours ago. Pulled back there was a glove over my mouth. I tried screaming but no sound came out. Looking up I could see Jake’s face looking out in the main store front a worried expression set as he pulled me away from the window.

“Listen” he whispered.

“We need to get to the p.a room. Follow me and be quiet.”

Having to walk by the people made me feel more then just a little scared.

“How are we going to sneak past them.”

“We aren’t. Close your eyes. Do not open them until I say so.”

Choking up on why I had to be blindfolded I did what I was told trying to figure out what was going on a small strip of cloth was given to me after he had tied it over his own eyes I felt comfortable enough to do it myself. His hand soon found mine as a bright light could be felt on my face the usual tiles underneath felt more like grass, soft yet strangely solid. Walking over what felt a couple feet the tile returned as the light darkened leaving me in complete darkness.

“All done. We can take them off now.”

Pulling off the fabric what I thought would be the back of the store was actually the p.a room. We could not have done it in a couple steps. It was impossible unless something had moved us.

Pulling four items form his pocket he took a moment fidgeting with them placing them around us in the shape of a square. Turning them on from his phone they looked no bigger then a small apple.

“Two way noise cancellation and stereo systems. Some of my earliest inventions, but still one of my favorites. We can talk and I will explain everything after this. Right now though whatever Paul can do depends on what the answers to some questions are.”

Everything seemed to be way outside my reach as the words rattled around in my head trying to make sense of themselves. These things seemed to be just madness yet I had been teleported so he was telling the truth. Looking at him I nodded my answer to let him know I was ready to hear the questions.

“Can you be trusted? If we have secrets that we have to show to fight back then can you be trusted to keep things secure? We will have to show you things no one will believe or even think possible.”

Nodding my response he turned around muttering something about how this could have been done better. Pushing the main button the speakers came to life

“Paul, go for it!”

Everything seemed to run slower as the guns were seen reflecting their shapes in the life before the three men fired off a shower of bullets knocking him back down in to the darkness. When they had turned around seemingly for us there was a worry that we would be next. Looking over Jake seemed to be more then comfortable. Seemingly knowing something no one else did as the three men turned back around their attention caught by some noise I take as everyone decided to move down that way investigating to see if he was gone. The bullets had hit their mark at least twice, and for some reason we were not helping him. Shaking his arm he just comforted saying his friend was fine. These two guys had teleported me and taken two bullets without even raising the eyebrow of the other wondering this could have gone on for so long. Bouncing around in the room waiting for some sign of life soon scared me.

From near the back of the aisle a shot of bright almost blue light streaked down the length hitting the three attackers knocking them out. Bodies dropping to the floor in various positions no sound was heard of the attack. Making our way down the stairs myself behind Jake it was soon apparent that the guys had come for some reason to end my coworkers. Stepping in to the aisles it smelled like a lightning storm had passed. Seeing the damage up close left me fearful for the whole experience. Paul was slumped against the waist high freezer near the back. Checking for a light in my pockets the only thing was the flashlight app on my phone running behind Jake it was soon apparent he was breathing the only remainders of the battle seemed to be the four bullet holes in his shirt and pants. Under him sat a small puddle of blood shining red against everything the blood trails from the wounds fresh to the floor. Looking for something to wrap his wounds with Jake was having some conversation with him before moving to the back of the store. Finding some paper towels and cheesecloth from the deli section as well as the bandage roll in the first aid kit there seemed to be enough to dress his wounds.

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Excerpt – “Personal Policies” – first draft

Here is another piece of writing I am working on. It will be a short story when everything is said and done, but here is a excerpt from the first draft. So here we go…

Watching the sun fall over the village all was as it should have been from the outside. Peaceful and many of the soldiers back home with their loved ones. That did not make him feel any better as he stood watching from his place near the window.

For as the moonlight began to glow did the questions begin to come en masse. Why did everyone hate them? Why did they believe they would do them harm? It was only when they had mobilized from the village that the battle truly began and all of his power to stop it was useless at the charge of the masses. She would not be there anymore to help him. Reported dead it was not long before proof of her demise came to him as part of the casualties list and it stung to know that the one he had trusted more then any other would be part of the next life.

Now the question stood was what he would do next. As the then child to the lord and now mayor of the village he had done everything to show them that working with them was the most effective strategy. With her death though it did not take long for the opinion of the town to drop losing allies from the other side of the sea. Shaking his head he moved over to the plush love seat lined of red velvet that they would always sit on as they read in front of the fire. Where the fire of warmth and happiness was now there was only a dark void seemingly all the good from the room in a manner not unlike a magic spell. Looking around the room memories of their happiness seemed to paint the room. Both of them talking about the artist of a painting on the wall while another had both of them sitting behind his desk shoulder to shoulder sharing a candle before she had turned inward taking their first kiss.

Beast folk as they were called in town had been part of the beginning of the future. A future based on happiness and teamwork for all versus what had actually transpired. It was dismal to think what was going to happen knowing that he did everything to make it good only for it to rot in his hands. From the central government he had been called a coward, a leech trying to make peace instead of trying to invade. All of the beast folk encampments had been removed burned in the anger stoked by the fear that only a people with so many differences could conjure on such short notice.

The knock on the door signaled his maid waiting behind the door.

“Come in.”

She bounced in happily no doubt from her own husband returning from the latest of the encampments turning to dust. Looking over as her long auburn hair was tied up in a bun he felt nothing but venom beginning to burn in to his spirit poisoning all it touched with the malice. His own voice was rough from lack of use hiding himself in the manor while he coped with her death. While the head butler had been knowledgeable of the relationship she had been less so with her own smile making him wish for the chance the one person that would understand him to return from the grave.

“How are you doing tonight, master? Some of the men are going to the pub and would like you to show up?”

His head snapped at the speed it turned looking at her with what had to seem a fiery glare as she was unused to such vileness in dealings. Standing up from the couch he motioned her over to the desk littered with papers in two sets of handwriting. Lit candle moving closer began to illuminate everything for her as his own eyes had been used to the night. Pulling from the bottom of the pile with practiced precision brought a small report from one of the forests surrounding the village. Handing it over the woman did the most to read it with little luck.

“Miss, do you know what builds this house and every other house in the village?”

She looked up for a moment thinking before answering, “Yes sir, wood.”

“That paper is part of a packet of them wherein they all say the same. Our forests are becoming ill from something and it is turning all the wood brittle making the roots weak. Do you know what happens in the next two years if there is no wood.?”

Listening intently she could only imagine where this was going. The eccentricity of her master had been talked about more as a joke at times seemingly married more to his work then to any lover.

“We trade for it? We can still hunt for fur and use it for farmland can we not?”

His smile seemed dark enough for her to catch it as he leaned down to open the drawer closest pulling out a stack of papers as tall as a draft bottle.

“Correct, except what happens when the entire forest within a week and a half is susceptible, showing signs of this disease? Many of our animals have began to migrate out of our forests if you have not noticed the hunters have not bagged any formidable game in a couple of fortnights.”

Nodding in understanding she had noticed the supply of meat not being so plentiful despite the spring season. She had just thought it was just a hiccup of life.

“I do not know. We go further to get what we need?”

A growl was stuck in his throat as what little of his patience seemed to blow itself out like the candle flame they were standing around. Throwing the papers across the room leafs of it fell softly to the floor while the remaining stack landed in the fireplace on top of the cold ashes. The simplicity of her answer made him want to scream and yell before it all drained from him in a heartbeat.

“My dear, let me ask you a question. I did not certify by any means the hunting of the beast folk so who did?”

The question had caught her off guard. While many thought he was just being bureaucratic about the action to hear he did not endorse the attacks at all made her eyes go wide for a moment that he had caught. Silence settled in the room before she had begun to voice her answer in the tone much like the small birds outside his window would use in greeting.

“Malley, sir. He had started the movement and took it upon himself to attack the beast folk. At the pub he made them out to be creatures of evil to be destroyed.

The light of another candle came in through the doorway held by an older man with mournful eyes. Head butler of the mayor’s estate had been a job he had worn with the greatest of honors, but seeing what had happened to his master as he explained to one of the younger maids. It was all very heartbreaking to see such a fall of spirit. As her voice died to catch his explanation he bowed his head slightly because he did not put together the pieces fast enough to help the younger man currently knuckling in to the desk in what seemed to be a mix of rage and sorrow. Turning back the mayor had nodded a greeting before falling in to the chair turning less of a person and more of a defeated pile of humanity.
“Sarah, is Grast correct?”

Nodding to him she could only wonder of the many questions that began to flit through her unhampered skull.

“Grast, you knew. You. knew me and her. You had heard.”

His hand seemingly tried to find the words he needed to use except their were none left. Turning his head Grast took a moment to remember the child that would look at him with tears in his eyes because a bird had died. Before exclaiming to make the town better and everyone happy. It seemed funny in a dark sense because although they looked like the same face the emotions were so much deeper.

“Miss Sarah. What you may not have realized is with the crisis with our timber and possibly even our food there were attempts to make a treaty with the beast folk across the sea. It had gone seemingly well they were more then ready to help us in our fair town’s time of need while all they wanted was to grow and explore this land that was so foreign to them. That is until the attacks began. Now with this set of attacks they will most likely counter not with the civic minded group that was over here but with the trained soldiers of the empire of more then millions .”

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Excerpt “The Worst Novel” – first draft

This came from a project of mine currently going. Where most people try to make their characters and their storylines believable I tried to do the exact opposite to see what I was left with. It is much harder then thought just because when you try to create something you obviously go to create depth of story and character. Well, in this case I tried to make this the worse novel ever made. Some people could read it and laugh while others could read it and stop themselves making some of those mistakes. Here, we go….

Vampires, as soon as you say it people will conjure images of heartless badasses or shining knights glittering for their beloved ones before taking another lover or friend in to the fold as they watch those mortals blitheringly go on with our imperfect lives. Legends have been spun about us while others try to put us in the magically drug induced worlds. Don’t listen to them as I will explain to you what we really are.

The stories of us have been spun as long as the humans have existed for we came from you. So just in case you did not understand because you, humanity exists. That means we as a derivative albeit a positive evolutionary derivative from the human species would not exist without you. Looking on what we feed it is only because of your charity that we exist. Getting that out of the way do not think under any circumstance that you are better then us because of that. Every dog as the saying goes has its day. Luckily the dogs won’t need to see the wolves until all other options have been exhausted. Enough with the politics I am sure you all wanted to hear a story. Despite my years I have not taken much time to the guise of writing effectively as an author so the merit of this as a body of literary work will only be from my natural ability instead of the years of training that many of you push yourselves through.

It is early September all of our little group was currently on a plane making it back from Maine of all places. How do people live in a place like that is beyond me there was not even any designer clothes in the area just an American Eagle outlet store. There were few nightclubs with less dancing then anything else, and everything is just so boring that as soon as we could we were on a flight to New York to hopefully get some time before our next modeling event. Dmtiri was sitting in the row ahead with his flavor of the week at his side when he learned to manifest his vampiric abilities in to charming people his selection became more eclectic. Marie was tracing random designs in to her arm a habit you may have found normal if not for the knife she did it with making sure not to cut herself so deeply that the blood would drip ruining one of her favorite dresses. No matter what was going on if blood ruined one of her gothic outfits then hell was incoming no matter where everyone was.

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Black Lives Do Not Matter

I wanted to do a game post again, but that will be the next one. If you were expecting some half baked goof ball then my suggestion would be to wait a a few days, and I will do my best to have it up for you. It seems there has been something else sitting forefront on my thoughts, and doing so in a way that will not allow much else to be done until it has been expressed. I know some of my other posts may have had some badly thought out puns or a quip, but I think here I will not use such things. First, let me go over something that some people are angry about and let me give you my opinion.

Black lives do not matter.

Black lives do not matter because one group of people cannot have their lives try to matter more then anyone else’s. To have people chanting it, making it a hashtag, blowing up social media with it makes me a little depressed for the sake of our culture. Personally I can’t care less about what skin tone someone has on whatever particular day, because it is not something that really is important. Their culture is important, their background, context, political views, loves, hates, targets of affection and disdain are all important while skin tone simply is not. Unless you are trying to dress up to the best of your own aesthetic creating ability and aesthetic calculation aside color does not make something matter any more or less in my eyes, and for the eyes of many others.

Now, before someone goes down some fairly used set of responses pertaining to their own tragedy let me tell you something about myself, just so you understand who I am. I have tragedy befall me as so many others have had, and some would say even more so. I have had to cry myself asleep in junior high while someone close to me was raped and murdered. I have had to stop friends from murdering their entire family, bled buckets for people who thought that no one would defend them, cried for all the times the pain was too much, when one parent went to jail and once while the other was on the floor turning blue due to the effects of a stroke. I have seen people I have had so much hope for fall to the bottom, and I even tried to take my own life once to a painkiller cocktail that no one would take on accident and couldn’t sink under the rim of a large martini glass. I have seen so much idiocy in this world that it makes my skin crawl and my head ache. Every day because of all the fights I got in just to keep my sanity had some pain in it. Some days waking up is so much a challenge that I wish for some long reprieve.

There was no group for them or hashtag for us nor was their a group saying how they were a group whose lives mattered while seemingly forgetting the rest because creating such a thing would be disrespectful. The latina girl who knew I did my best as her friend, the black friend who was ostracized because he just liked acting like a hip hop styled gangster, the marine who came from the kid that tried bullying me in my youth, the christian who just wanted to feel respected by his parents. Their lives were not encapsulated in some news bit story or made light by a sixteen letter slogan. Hearing what kind of lives matter is such a foreign concept to me because it is so simple. It is like looking up and seeing the answer boldly written on the wall in marker. so simple that the questioning of it makes me wonder if we are becoming some side step on Mr. Darwin’s theory. We all have had to deal with horrible things, and some more then others. If you want me to think that those raped and murdered are not worth it, that those dying of hunger are not worth it, or even those who worked so hard to make the world better and died horribly are not worth it, but your little group of people does then please be prepared to either punch me or shut the hell up because you could not be any further from the point if you tried.

Black lives do not matter nor do white, nor yellow or red, blue or green or any shade on our spectrum.

We all matter because we all are the same when we start as a blank slate. We create the definitions of our world, and we grow within them. So how about we drop what we can say about who matters and who doesn’t, and start showing it through who you are. Make the world a canvas for all of the actions colored by who we are completely, and not what we just so happen to be on that day. A world colored so vivaciously that fantasy could become reality. That would be the world we all would be happy of.

Some black people are not the only ones that seem to have an ax to grind. Just because you think that getting people to act differently towards black people will make them act way towards everyone. It doesn’t work well that way, and that is why it such a celebration when it happens when homosexual marriage was legalized and women could vote. Because you have taken something and tried to push it through a process where spin doctors, headlines, and damage control is concerned instead of just doing it. If I said that the minimum age of presidency should be lowered by a half decade in the time frame of three years or that after four years of service as a representative or senator combined then you no longer able to work either one in the time frame of four years, or if every police department should not be so militarized then in a matter of months it would happen numbers can beat the painfully slow processes of law. Do not make something that needs to be an action i.e(wishing for police to be more transparent in reports and action) in to a reaction(#blacklivesmatter and #alllivesmatter by degree) otherwise the meaning behind it rings hollow.

We all matter, and we should act like it.

So there is what I think, some points to fight popular counter arguments, multiple points as to why this is a bad idea and my thoughts how I got there in case anyone was confused. I’m going to hope we can all treat each other better, and I know I will at least try to, thank you for reading and I am going to go have a talk with a whiskey bottle about how some actions are just so utterly disappointing.

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Writing as of late

So as of late I have had a couple writing projects coming to an end including three stories. All of them have 2-3 thousand words. Two of them are for the Newgrounds writers guild and the last one is a writing exercise me and a friend online were doing for practice with the subject of romance. I will not have the full things on here, because three stories of that length could be a little bit daunting for some. So instead I will have just the starting paragraph to all three and if you like them then their will either be a place you can read them in full or I could just put it up later depending.

Duty Of The Heart – Romance

Watching the sun fall over the village all was as it should have been from the outside. Peaceful and many of the soldiers back home with their loved ones. That did not make him feel any better as he stood watching from his place near the window. For as the moonlight began to glow the questions begin to come en masse. Why did everyone hate them? Why did they believe they would do them harm? It was only when they had mobilized from the village that the battle truly began and all of his power to stop it was useless at the charge of the masses.

Fact Or Fiction – Newgrounds Horror 1

You never know when creatures like me are watching. We all exist outside of your fears no matter how much things like the news try to tell you every few days with some new crime that would shock even the police officers. Some of you reading this may even be seeing me very soon all comfortable in your room or local library surrounded by people you would think are fine upstanding citizens.

Pale Rider – Newgrounds Horror 2

He ran over the stone path. Orange light painted everything abnormal shades making him further on edge then he could be. Snapping back there was no body, no form behind him that could be seen following him. It did not matter though, because he knew he was in it’s view. The uneasy weight baring down on his spirit made it all so clear. Clearing the gate with a vault the time was ticking down before he could get to the door. Home was in sight as he took bigger breaths for the final push. Willing his legs to go faster. Everyone who would be able to watch wouldn’t even say anything for their were the kind of people to not get in to someone else’s affairs no matter what they were. If it was illegal or even slightly suspicious people would rather just close their blinds before saying something and he might die because of it.

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Three Ages Of Cuisine

In cooking one can boil the where of their culinary homeland pretty easily. When it comes to recipes the case is a little harder, but still manageable. Many times though when people ask someone who cooks what kind of food they like to cook this little detail goes out the window. In any case here are the three general time frames of cuisine.

Classical
This would be the recipes that are often heralded by many critics. These are the ones that have passed from generation to generation. Things that have been around for many years in some cases hundreds or even thousands. From here you will see less technical ways with common ingredients of the era. This food often while have a higher bar of detail in flavoring using a strict set of ingredients while still trying to create new recipes within it. Le Tour D’argent’s more popular recipes could be seen as classical french food. Often times also the French, Japanese, Chinese, and Italian cuisines will go more back in to their culinary history as they have many centuries of recipes to go through in a style of food that has been found pleasing on the world stage.

Modern
This would be the most popular time frame of cooking simply with what you have using the basic techniques that the common person has access to. Most places nowadays will go through this era of food as it is often the easiest to create often by here say or just by the equipment and time available to cook. Here is where will we say newer countries really begin to make their stand as well as some who maybe have not been given the same opportunities due to simple lack of knowledge about it. This would include a fair mix of countries including the America’s, Spain, Indian, Korean, and most of the Arabic states.

Neo or New Age cuisine
This is where fusion would be situated, and the realm of neo cuisine is the unexplored the new and brash scientific edge meeting a different set of flavor combinations that neither era of cuisine before it could have dealt with. David Chang has a great penchant for making good food no matter the ingredients. Another style of food that would be here is molecular gastronomy. Where more of the new ground is still being made. Every national cuisine can be done in to a new style making it an interesting exchange between the new style and the older version. A restaurant idea could be even made on highlighting the difference between the old and the new while having the tasters enjoy them both in their own special ways.

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What is ugly?

So I had something surprising happen. I was riding on the bus one day going to work. I was caffeinated, the sun wasn’t in my eyes and I didn’t have a headache. That wasn’t the surprising thing though.On the bus we had made a stop to pick a few people up and the first person on was lady with glasses, curly red hair, some weight and a manga. I say some weight because that is exactly what it was. I usually just kinda sit back and relax during the rides. Get a good zen going, but just down the steps from the back of the bus there were these two kids. One with a design that said “cool story, now make me a sandwich, babe” in white block letters against a black background. His friend next to him wore enough red, yellow, and green to make me think he wanted to be a traffic light when he grew up. Just before I go any further I use the term kid somewhat loosely as they seemed to be in their late teens.

She was slowly moving her way back before she was in a seat adjacent to me. Me snapping out of blissful zen actually made me realize the difference the manga in her hand one I had been familiar with. Got a conversation going which she seemed to enjoy the subject and the conversation began to find its way around the nerd turnpike of topics before a comment just outside of our conversation caught my ear.

“Now the fat bitch is hanging out with another cracker.” Turned my head automatically I think it was at such speed that I cracked my neck.

She actually told me that they have been saying that to her every so often not to worry about it. The statement was wrong on so many levels and it bothered me a little explaining that she was not an overweight female dog in a heat nor was she unpleasant and that I was not a cracker. I was big enough to be considered the entire saltine box. Which got her to laugh and she got off at her stop a couple minutes later after a little more small talk. The kids shut up because they never had to deal with someone with a minimum of one brain cell over what they were sporting around between them (that would be 3 for those bad at math) Which really got me to think about beauty.

I think about beauty in the art snob sense when it means having to draw them up as a picture or etc. More then my actual doodling or something simple then I normally work with. Everyone has positives and negatives me included. I have been told my dark eyes are good and my smile is not my face has caught to many things at high speeds and that is okay. If I want to show off my best features I won’t be smiling, but still happy or use something more focused on my eyes. Everyone has those positive features and maybe you fell down a tree one day and hit every branch on the way to the bottom there is still something. In my personal opinion it is lacking all positive looking features that we can call someone ugly. Here is what the dictionary thinks.

1ug·ly

adjective \ˈə-glē\

: unpleasant to look at : not pretty or attractive
: unpleasant to hear
: offensive or disgusting

Seems pretty simple. But there are some that may think that everything that does not fall in to a small select group is unpleasant so let us dive deeper in to the word unpleasant.

un·pleas·ant

adjective \-ˈple-zənt\

: not pleasant or enjoyable : causing discomfort or pain
: not friendly

I am going by the most popular definition according to Merriam and Webster. Everyone should really check out the first meaning. Not pleasant or enjoyable : Causing discomfort or pain. Here is where people use the word incorrectly because I have had a lot of uncomfortable and painful experiences, but I have never had met a person who causes me discomfort or pain flat out by just looking at them. Let it be known that the language of stupidity is one I try to forget, and do quite well until properly incensed or energized like a rabbit on a coffee run. So instead of telling how someone’s negative traits suppose we think for a moment and wonder what is a positive one of that person. Then maybe less people could be hurt by erroneously chosen words.

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Secrets of the big man

For those who do not know I am not what one can call a small human being. I am tall, broad shouldered and rather round. Not round enough where I can fall on my side and roll naturally or I can do awesome cannonballs, but just enough to learn the ways of the bigger man. When I mean it could be a taller country boy type or just someone who lives life large and in charge.

First, often times there is a difference between us and those who are medically unable to move. Some of us have gland issues and have gotten over it some of us just don’t watch our diet. This does not mean we are lazy though it just means we have higher things to worry about then the biochemical breakdown of what goes in our face. Although to this day I still don’t eat Mcdonalds and I haven’t for years. Anyway, we do move and surprisingly well in some cases despite our height or size. Look at the some of the smaller heavyweight sumo wrestlers, some mma guys like “big country” and even historical figures like Al Capone or Theodore Roosevelt for examples.

We do know how to dress for the occasion. If we don’t need to dress for looks then often we will dress for comfort. Why? because that is what we want and it really should be looked at more. We will use what we have to do what we need to. Still every so often we can style and profile with the best of them.

Another secret that many of the bigger men have is the almost meticulous degree some people will look at others and just lose their minds over someone gaining or losing a dozen pounds. Unless it means a serious health hazard we don’t start caring over a dozen pounds. Some of us can’t even wonder why there is so much heat over some people gaining a couple pounds. Believe it or not we want you to be healthy it is okay to be whatever you want to be but all we want as people is just  everyone to be healthy.

We are great space heaters. We can walk out in to the cold sometimes with nothing more then a t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts and we will have no problems. Hug us and we can make you just warmer. It is good for the utilities when we don’t have to pay heating and it makes cuddling much easier. Also, if we are in a bit of a playful mood then we can actually make squeaky sounds like the ones you hear from a rubber ducky. No lie, we bigger man actually have a few voice tricks

Buying new clothes can be difficult. Though as bigger guys we know that if something says large it should be the same size from all companies. Except that is not the case when a large from one company means medium in another and no one will think of shirts with extra room in the shoulders, chest, legs and etc. Turns every time to shop for clothes like Russian Roulette by which your only save is to try it on awkwardly in store.

Finally, and I can get in trouble for this one. If you know someone that has been big their entire life then you should probably know that all of us can actually throw people into space. Don’t believe me. Make fun of their mom or tell them how their work is a pale mirror of your supposed work. Try to rip them a new one verbally I can assure you we as a subspecies of the human race have learned how to toss people for interstellar travel. Some of us can even travel ourselves. (This whole paragraph may be false for those who believe everything read on the internet.)

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Opinion time – Fairmont Premier Insurance Company or Brad Culpepper

So I present something of a new style of writing is we are going to look at the two forces in a story and go down a few points before realizing a couple conclusions. What these conclusions are as follows.
Does the media explain both sides of the story normally when reporting?
What does the information say on the matter?
Who is right if the decision had to be reached now?

The end will follow with who do I believe, what do I believe and why I believe it. It is an opinion piece, but I hope you enjoy talking about this or at least find this interesting.

Brad Culpepper has been making home in the hot water that his time on Survivor. His insurance company says the he is not disabled, and wants their money back because he was on a show where he was obviously well enough to live in the outback specifically on the Blood vs Water season. Sounds pretty simple at the beginning, but is it?

Research: According to the NFL he has nine seasons of experience between the years of 1992 and 2000 as a defensive tackle. He has also experience playing college ball while getting his degree at the University of Florida. After his seasons he began working on another career getting a law firm together and even after six years had no complaints against his firm he helped in the case when the NFL and to set new rules when dealing with concussions. He filed a workers comp lawsuit in 2010 using a supposed loophole as reported by workerscompensation.com, settled it in 2011 for a $175,000 an amount also reported by ABC news.

The Insurance Company working on behalf on the NFL believe that he is not disabled. That his actions have show he is perfectly healthy, and he is committing fraud. They believe that one cannot go on Survivor without being deemed healthy enough, and not disabled and that his actions in achieving an “honorary black belt in MMA” as reported by the Tampa bay Times is more then enough evidence to make him pay it back.

So let us go over the first part. Does the media explain both sides, and I do not think they did but that would be due to the use of silence in media from the insurance company. Insurance companies are usually not very verbal until the last minute.

The information is rather light on his injuries. Maybe, I just didn’t look under the right digital rock, but I do not find any info except vague injuries on his shoulders, head, and knees. What got me though was in the article from the L.A Times it made a note of how he had gone to practice, and doing things to make weight even dealing with pneumonia while playing at least four games. He was quoted as being asked to go do ‘Survivor’ by his wife who had done the One World season. These seasons had been bolded and underlined because the blood vs water gimmick which was the season where relatives or loved ones of past competitors would compete against their more experienced associates. The money he got from his suit with his skill set, and even some of the other things he has done may not have been needed, but that is just a guess. Throughout the articles though he has shown that he likes to push himself, loves his wife, wants to make her proud and even though he has been classified disabled he has not been defining himself by the classification.

In closing in my personal opinion. Unless the insurance company has solid one hundred percent evidence that he lied or he hid something so large that he was clearly not handicapped then I will think that he was in the right, and continue to be there. I also think that if the NFL really thought this was a good idea with as many people that tough out problems on their field since their inception then maybe people should re-think for a just small moment watching a major game coming up.

Here are the articles I looked up to get some information. Give them a read to gather your own opinion. Leave your own ideas in the comments and have a good day everyone.

Phillips, Anna M. “Insurer That Paid Culpepper Disability Claim Accuses Him of Fraud.” Tampa Bay Times. N.p., 16 Sept. 2014. Web. 29 Jan. 2015.

Farmer, Sam. “It’s a Weighty Issue Beyond Steroids.” Los Angeles Times. Los Angeles Times, 07 Oct. 2005. Web. 29 Jan. 2015.

Walser, Adam. “Brad Culpepper Speaks out about NFL Workers Comp Fraud Lawsuit.” WFTS. Scripps Media, 28 Jan. 2015. Web. 29 Jan. 2015.

Galli, Cindy, and Brian Ross. “Ex-NFL Star Sued Over Disability Claims After Athletic ‘Survivor’ Appearance.” ABC News. ABC News Network, 29 Jan. 2015. Web. 29 Jan. 2015.

Wilson, Robert. “NFL Culpepper Suit Highlights Our Warped Interpretation of Disability.” WorkersCompensation.com. N.p., 18 Sept. 2014. Web. 29 Jan. 2015.

“Players.” Brad Culpepper: Career Stats at NFL.com. N.p., n.d. Web. 29 Jan. 2015.

Stroud, Rick. “Former Tampa Bay Buccaneer Brad Culpepper Sues NFL over Concussions.” Tampa Bay Times. Tampa Bay Times, 09 May 2012. Web. 29 Jan. 2015.

Nohlgren, Steve. “Culpepper Kurland Law Firm Long on Image, Short on Trials.” Tampa Bay Times. N.p., 26 Jan. 2013. Web. 29 Jan. 2015.

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